FRANKLIN HERNÁNDEZ - Caracas, Venezuela
The Soledad is an ingrate to which goes holding on to the pleasure,
with a high risk of stopping completely in love with her,
The Soledad is a hotel that is not of anybody, you is a bed that is not mine,
it is to wake up at three in the morning and not to know where it is the bathroom,
The Soledad is me, The Soledad is the drop of water in the key of the bathroom that you left fastened and that you don't want to turn off for not feeling alone.
The Soledad is as an ingenious torture of the nature that makes that we meet with ourselves to be able to value to the other ones,
The Soledad is a mirror that doesn't lie,
The Soledad is that heap of sounds that nobody listens but that they make too much noise,
The Soledad is me in company of the past,
The Soledad is a kiss that is wasted in the pillow, you is to see the shade and the silhouette of somebody that is no longer.
The Soledad is an evil one unbearable and wonderful that I like you, I don't know well why,
The Soledad is finally enterder that there is not better company that The Soledad,
it is the wake of one day that you fué, is to leave of being making anything get ready,
to get dressed, to open the door, to leave to continue making the same thing, The Soledad is the partner, that of the fear, that of the uncertain futures, that of the road, the search.
